Hollywood Stardust Supporting Roles - Wilson and Giselle (2 page)

She had now been asked this question
multiple times and all in the name of trying to help. If everyone
kept asking, it was apparent she needed to be somewhere else. She
put the flashlight down and jumped off the stool. “Right now I’m
leaving.”

* * * *

DAMN.

The last thing Wilson wanted was for Giselle
“of course” Abromowitz to leave. In fact, he had been trying to
make her stay. He never did have the savvy swagger his younger
brother had when getting the girls.

“
I’m going to go get Ivy.”
She stomped toward the kitchen door.

Allowing a curvy blonde of her nature to
storm away would literally be doing a disservice to his bar before
it even opened. Of course, if he followed proper protocol, there
wouldn’t be a guest here before he actually opened the doors. For
once, he had to screw the protocol and he charged forward.
“Stop!”

In a move he didn’t anticipate, she skidded
to a halt and raised her hands. “What is it?” Her voice came out
more of a screech. “Is there a bug on me?”

Well, he may have lost one opportunity, but
another was handed to him on a blonde platter with long legs.

“
Hold on, I thought I saw
something.” As he went to her, he glanced back at Harvey. The man
simply shook his head.

“
Please get it off,
please.” She didn’t move a muscle.

Fine, he admitted to himself at first he was
going to cop a feel. Talk about breaking the rules, but why
shouldn’t he? She had been the one sitting on the stool with her
legs crossed, hiking up her skirt. All he could picture were those
legs around him. He stopped behind her and reached out.

“
Oh.” She shuddered.
“Please get it.”

Damn a second time. He couldn’t do it, not
like this. Instead, he bent down and brushed the back of her calf.
“There. You’re fine, I think it was just a string.” He did note he
took the time to notice her smooth shaven leg.

“
Oh, thank you.” She spun
around and flung her arms around his neck.

When a gorgeous blonde gave a hug, it would
be a sin of the worst kind not to return the gesture, and he
wrapped his arms around her.

“
I just love a man who will
save me from bugs.” She kept hold of him, but pulled back to look
him in the face.

“
Well, consider me at your
service.” The woman was quite striking with her long blonde hair,
perfect features and big eyes. She was the kind of woman other
women hated just at the sight of her, and the kind of woman all men
wanted.

“
Well, what else do you
do?” Still, she held on and now she raised her eyebrows.

“
I know how to make a mean
martini.” For once, he had a comeback.

Before she got the chance to answer, Ivy
interrupted him. Just his luck.

“
What’s up?” Ivy furrowed
her brow and approached her friend.

As if they belonged together, Giselle kept
hold of him. “Wilson got a bug or a string off me, and he’s going
to make me a mean martini.” She turned to him. “But something tells
me that will make me happy.”

Without a doubt, Wilson knew her having a
drink with him would make him happy.

“
Is there any way you can
be happy and drive my car back later? Logan and I are going to get
to work.” Ivy held her keys up.

“
Well, if I get too happy I
may be sleeping on the bar, but sure.” Giselle swiped Ivy’s keys
away. “See? Everything’s fine, it had no other choice.”

“
Well, the results remain
to be seen, but I better get going.” Ivy gave her a quick hug,
waved to him and darted back to the kitchen.

“
It’s like my parents left
me in the house alone. Let’s check out the bar.” She slipped away
from him and skipped back over to her stool. “I’m ready for my mean
martini.”

Though he never envisioned making his first
official drink in this non-official capacity, there was no way he
would refuse the leggy blonde. “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”
Finally, he said something that smacked a little of flirting and he
made his way behind the bar.

She leaned way over, giving him a perfect
eyeful of her cleavage.

“
Do you want it dirty?” He
put the ingredients in the shaker and got out a glass.

“
Always.” She licked her
lips and stared him in the eye.

Holy Mother of God. Somehow he managed to
add in the bit of olive juice without spilling, shook the drink and
pour his concoction into the glass. He topped the whole thing off
with two olives, put a napkin in front of her and presented her
with his elixir.

“
Aren’t you going to join
me?” She ran her finger along the rim of the glass.

“
I don’t really drink.” Her
beauty and carefree attitude entranced him and he couldn’t take his
eyes off her.

“
Really? Then why own a
bar?” Eyes wide, she picked up the toothpick with the two olives
and used her teeth to slide one into her mouth.

“
I’ve worked in many bars
and understand the operation.” Thank the heavens he was standing
behind the bar, the erection growing in his pants would be
noticeable from every other angle. “Also, you know no matter what
the economy, a bar can survive. People want to feel good and get a
drink, and a nice place with reasonable prices that develops a
following is a good foundation. The timing is perfect with my
brother as well.” The twentieth anniversary of Logan’s movie could
only help the bar.

“
Everyone wants to be
associated with a celebrity. Though I have to say I never
associated a bar with stability.” She swirled the second olive in
the alcohol and held it to his lips. “I have to say I like that way
of thinking.”

Without a second thought he took the
offering, plucking the little treat off the toothpick using his
teeth. The briny tartness filled his mouth. “I must appreciate a
woman who will share her olive.”

Staring right into his eyes, she lifted the
martini glass and took a sip. “I must appreciate a man who can make
a mean martini.”

“
Is it mean enough?” He
leaned against the bar.

“
If it gets any worse, I
may have to spank it.” After a low laugh and another sip, she
lifted the glass to him. “But since you’re the father of this
little baby, you tell me.”

Wondering if he should break his rule, he
paused.

“
Let loose, it will do you
good,” she whispered. “Let’s have some fun.”

His resolve all but gone, especially when it
came to the blonde with the big blue eyes, he tasted his own
concoction. Spot on. He nodded.

“
So, tell me more about
you, Mr. Alexander, and I don’t want to hear anything about Logan,
I want to hear about you.” Once more, she took a taste of the drink
and then fed him.

Never, and he meant not ever, had a woman
not asked him about Logan. Even if they didn’t actually say the
words, the question lingered right beneath the surface. He opened
his mouth to speak, but then realized the tidbit he was going to
impart about himself dealt with Logan, and so did the second thing.
In fact, once their mother passed, and he had to make sure that
Logan got to do his movie, every thought came attached to Logan in
some way.

“
Take another drink. I’m
sure you can conjure a memory or two.” She gave him the last of her
beverage.

As he created another dirty martini, his
mind went into overdrive and something materialized. “Well, if I
tell you that I’ve had a job since I was twelve and I have always
been gainfully employed, does that count?”

“
Not only does it count,
but it doesn’t surprise me. Something tells me that you are very
strong and very responsible.” She leaned in closer.

He bent down, meeting her nose to nose.
“Something tells me that you are exceptionally smart.”

Before he had time to think about what was
happening, she moved forward and caressed her lips against his.

Her kiss stoked his already aroused senses
and without second guessing his next move or worrying if he was
doing the right thing, he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her closer,
and deepened the kiss.

A kiss she whole-heartedly returned.

Lord, lord, lord, he didn’t remember the
last true kiss he received, or gave for that matter. Especially not
one that included tantalizing tongue tangling, little moans and a
woman twisting her hands in his collar to bring him closer.

“
I think I have to go get a
part for the dishwasher.” Out of nowhere, Harvey interrupted their
interlude.

They both turned toward the intruder.

“
What should I tell him?”
Wilson didn’t mean to voice the question.

“
Tell him to finish
tomorrow.” Her laugh vibrated through him.

According to their schedule, they needed to
get the plumbing done. Electricity would be tomorrow. Everything
had rules and regulations and a method.

Giselle nuzzled his neck.

“
Harvey come back tomorrow,
I’m suddenly busy.” The schedule could go to hell. “Close the door
on your way out.”

They looked at each other, and as if
thinking with one mind, they went right back to their make out
session. Now their kisses possessed more urgency and passion, her
taste filled him, sweet with a tang from the alcohol, and he had to
have more, feel her up against him.

She must have wanted the same thing. Her
hands wandered over his chest and she balanced on her knees on the
barstool in an attempt to get closer to him.

Not wanting to stop her from doing whatever
she wanted, and needing her as well, again he did the unexpected,
in a move that even surprised him, swiped everything off the bar
and pulled her over.

She continued kissing him and lay right down
on the bar. With no hesitation, he joined her and they both turned
to their sides to continue their explorations.

They moved fast. In a flash, she helped him
pull his shirt off and then leaned up and yanked her own tiny
t-shirt over her head, revealing the most magnificent set of
breasts he ever had the pleasure of seeing barely contained by a
red bra that had to be for decorative purposes only.

The temptation too great, he went for
exactly what he craved and lowered his mouth to those incredible
mounds.

“
Um.” She raked her fingers
through his hair.

At her encouragement, he pulled the bra over
her breasts and guided one of her tight, pink nipples between his
lips.

Beneath him, she squirmed as he flicked his
tongue over the little nub and grazed his teeth over her, then
giving the same attention to her other side, while his hand snuck
under the hem of her skirt. Running his palm up her shapely smooth
thigh, he discovered she chose not to wear any panties. He was done
for. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

While he tended to her, she rubbed her hand
over the outside of his jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan
and sucked in his breath when she quite deftly opened his button
fly using only one hand and reached inside his boxer briefs.

“
Wilson.” She turned to her
back and lifted one leg, hiking her skirt up.

“
Um.” He returned to her
lips and his fingers roamed to her center. The woman was as turned
on as he was, and he relished how smoothly his fingertips delved
into her.

“
Break in this bar yet?” As
she spoke, her lips grazed his.

“
Break in the bar?” He
could barely form a coherent sentence.

“
You turn me on.” She took
his chin in her hand and stared into his eyes. “Get a
condom.”

Never had he heard a woman be so incredibly
direct with what she wanted.

Never had he been more turned on.

Never had he cared less about the
ramifications of his actions. Anyone could walk in here at any
moment, and he wasn’t going to go check the doors.

Instead, he got his wallet out of his back
pocket, managed to get the condom he dutifully stashed there, and
held it up.

She snatched it out of his hand. “Let’s see
what this bar can do.”

“
It should be solid.” He
positioned himself between her legs and watched as she rolled the
condom over him.

Right there on his bar, with his pants half
down, he sank into the most incredible woman he had ever met. Her
slick tightness surrounded him in what could only be described as
pure paradise. In an effort to keep himself in check, he lowered
his face to her neck, kissing her and inhaling.

Truthfully, nothing helped, he had to go for
it.

She let out a mew and wrapped her legs
around his waist. “I’m sure the bar can handle whatever you want to
throw at it.”

A woman who told him what she wanted. Desire
surged through him and he decided to give into both their needs and
thrust into her.

“
Ah.” She nodded and bit
her lip. “More.”

He went with his own urges let go and
plunged into her. The euphoria of simply following what his most
primal self wanted overwhelmed him, especially since he was gifted
with an active lover, one who moved with him, helped him set the
pace, and not only returned touches and kisses, but initiated them
as well.

His body burned. Each time he drove into her
pushed him closer to combustion. He reached back and lifted her
hips, embedding himself deep inside her with every stroke.

“
Oh, oh yeah.” Giselle
panted and fisted the hair at the back of his neck. “I’m going to
come.”